God, you keep trying to teach me a lesson that I don’t want to learn.
No one heals himself by wounding another.
—St. Ambrose of Milan
You know what?
All I can do is make sure that you know that you’re loved.
And I think that’s all I really can do.
In case you don’t find what you’re looking for.
In case you’re missing what you had before.
In case you change your mind, I’ll be waiting here.
In case you want to come home.
Love is giving chances when there are no more to be given.
I’m going to live in the past.
It’s a lot nicer there.
I feel like I’m a nuisance to everyone.
How do I manage to screw up in every sense of the word.
